urbandruid

Gah.

I don't want to NaNoWrite anymore. I don't. I'm just turning out crap, crap, and more crap- and the apartment is doing that lovely lack of heat thing again which means I can hardly move my fingers...shit. Why me?

I don't want to write, I don't want to do my math homework, I don't want to do anything except sit on my ass and whine about how pathetic I am, how much my novel sucks, and how much I just want to give up. It's awful, on its way to really dreadful. Why did I do this to myself? Why?

I'm thinking I should not have used that really old idea I could never make work. The NaNo people are right, you've got too much invested, and the minute I decided to call my main character Kimberly Miller, the minute I made her that Kimberly Miller, of the old "I tried to write a really horrid novel when I was thirteen" fame, it became... well, it became this, which is a huge problem and... I hate it. I hate everything.

What was I thinking? What was I thinking?

And I think my word count is fucked up anyway; it sems to take the three astricks I use to mark ends of chapters as a word...so I suck more than I ever thought I would.

But yeah, I'm still typing. I'm going to catch